When you feel like poppies on fire, They stifle your feelings. Temptation... of temptations... No woman can turn back the clock to your needs. You beg for the one who bewitched your mind, Now you're a lost man with a crippled soul left desolate Heart still beats in the dream of a life you don't have anymore, Flutters fragile...
In deep shadows, where whispers tread lightly, Temptation's call, a siren's sweet allure, No woman's touch can turn the clock forward, Nor soothe the heart that seeks a love so pure.
The hours pass but the longing remains the same, A timeless pain that echoes through the night, In dreams we follow an endless flame, A search for comfort in the fading light.
Yet hope remains, a beacon in the darkness, A promise that the dawn will bring again, For every soul that bears a hidden mark, There is a way through which love will see them.
So hold your heart, though time may seem evil, For love's true grace is never behind.
Bunden vers (Sonett)
av Jeflea Norma, Diana.
Publicerad 2024-11-09 16:00